About ten years ago my father and I were heading home. We got stopped in Roscoe by CO's. We had two deer so they told us to pull to the side. The CO was a young cocky (you are guilty of something) type. He was asking if we had loaded weapons or deer meat inside the truck when he sticks his head deep inside the the cab. He must of touched noses with my doberman and got the shit scared out of him. He yelled like a girl and jumped back. The other CO's were laughing their asses off. He was really embarrassed. Made for a fun ride home.